I have not heard from Lacey in awhile, but she's at camp,
right? I hope she's having a blast. She probably is.
I have bug bites everywhere. I don't carry repellent.
There's no point in carrying repellent. I got a bit close to two fires ants
while mowing a lawn last week. That was funny. I was talking to Sister Thomas
about how the little push mower was not adequate for the job when I looked down
and noticed some ants roaming around on my shoe. I turned to
bolt, yelling behind me, "Fire ants, bye!" I only got two bites.
They don't hurt as bad as I'd heard. At least, not individually. They felt like
pop rocks on my skin instead of in my mouth.
The days are running together and I've stopped writing in my
journal mostly. There's not enough energy in the world to get me motivated to
write "Studied. Drove Around. Knocked on Doors. Taught No Lessons."
As fun as that can be everyday, it's not worth it. I'm not suffering my
posterity to read through that for a thousand pages. That being said, because
the days run together, I know I'm missing something cool I could write home
about.
We have found a golden investigator, Jonah. He's twenty
something, Baptist, single, and searching. He's concluded that Christianity is
definitely it, but they're missing some things, namely temple work and
prophets. Well Jonah, you called the right people! We had a two hour discussion
in which we basically taught him everything, and he soaked it up like a sponge.
This kid is so prepared for the Church, it'll be a miracle if Satan doesn't get
to him. The Dragon is everywhere.
It rains a lot. I love it.
Saturday we got to help run a concession stand at a baseball
game. Reminded me of working at the store on game days. I miss it to a degree.
I don't think I want to go back, but... we'll see.
The end of the transfer is next week, so the next time I
write will be Tuesday. I think we're going to New Orleans to go to the French
Market before one of the sisters goes home. That'll be fun. I've already had my
interview, and it sounds as though I will be leaving Baton Rouge. Three areas
in my first three transfers; when do I get to settle down and love an area? I
don't get to find out though for another week. Mom may want to hold off on
writing, because if she sends next week's letter to the mission office I won't
be getting it for a month. That goes for any mail that goes to the mission
office, actually. I think I'm going to send home some things before transfers
to empty out my luggage a bit, since I have a coconut to haul around now. It
turns out I don't need my iron (they give us an iron for the apartment), and it
was stupid to bring a dry clean only skirt. I love that skirt, but not enough
to put the effort in to get it cleaned. I don't have the money for it either. I
also don't think that I'll be wearing my blazers at all. When it gets cold I'll
suffer. I don't think Louisiana could ever possibly get that cold, and if it
does I can always send home for a coat since I forgot to pack my coats. I also
have a little something that only Dad will probably enjoy, but it's a
something. I still need to find something for Mom.
Well... I think that is about all. For now. Glad to know
that everyone is safe and sound and doing well. Love you guys lots!
-Magen
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